It all began on a warm summer day, I know it was Sunday because I was at church.

I am not an overly religious person and my church attendance has been reduced to twice a year; Easter and Christmas. But this summer, I was spending a month with my best friend, Meghan, and her family was very religious so on Sunday I sat my ass on a hard wooden bench like a good little girl with my friend and her family.

Meghan used to be my next door neighbour, but when her mom passed away five years ago, her father sold the house and moved the family back to his hometown which was a five hour drive away.

Meghan was so excited to have me visiting for an entire month. With her father and two younger brothers, she was happy to have more girl power on her side. I was happy to be with my best friend for longer than a weekend and this extended stay felt like we were neighbours all over again; never leaving each other's sides.

I also enjoyed seeing Meghan's father. He was a really fucking hot forty year old. There is something about middle aged men that makes me horny; from their hard, rough bodies to the idea that after years of experience they know how to wield a sword. After my first week at their house, my pussy throbbed to be touched, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it, not in someone else's house. Each day, my panties grew wet more and more quickly. It got so bad that whenever Mr. Ryan uttered my name, I could feel the juice slipping out of my nether. And this Sunday, at church, was no different.

Mr. Ryan was a devout parishioner and he participated in numerous readings and had the privileged duty in assisting with the issuance of communion.

On this Sunday, Mr. Ryan rose from our pew and approached the mic for his reading. Fuck, I drowned in his deep voice as he drawled out some random part of the holy scripture. I didn't hear the words. I only cared for his rumbling chest and imagined what it might feel like pressed against me. I cared about his moving lips, surrounded by short stubble that I wanted to feel scraping my throat as those soft lips nibbled my sensitive skin. God, I was so wet that I worried it might have soaked through the ass of my sundress. The hard bench touched my ache when I subtly leaned forward.

It only got worse when Mr. Ryan returned to his seat. Rather than slip by to where he had been between Meghan and the boys, he nudged my arm to slide us in and he sat right next to me! Ohhhhh, the entire length of his side pressed me so fucking hard right from the sides of his feet to his upper arm where my shoulder ended. And he really pressed, it wasn't my imagination, it couldn't have been. I pushed too. My heart pounded. His hand rested on his lap, the side of his pinky even pressed, pressed the thin fabric at my thigh. Holy fuck, I was on fire and sweating profusely to douse the flame. I prayed my armpits weren't starting to stink, I sweat that fucking badly.

When Mr. Ryan rose to take his place for communion, the moment I thought would bring relief from his closeness only brought aching loneliness.

Meghan urged me out of my seat to take the holy offering. I never felt right going to communion because I was not a loyal faithful, but Meghan pushed me along to follow the long line of folded hands.

This was a big church with a large congregation and the line forked to four sets of waiting parishioners dishing out flesh and blood in the form of wafers and wine. Of course I ended up in line for Mr. Ryan.

I stared down at my folded hands as my steps inched closer and closer. The few times I did glance up to gauge the distance, his steel blue eyes were locked on me, staring down from his elevated height on the steps making him mightier than the sheep he fed, while his hands absently passed the little wafers.

My turn was next. I cupped my feeble hands and held them out to receive the flesh while my eyes stared, glazed, at the line of buttons that travelled down his shirt, just above his belt and the casual bump of maleness beneath his slacks.

“Open your mouth.”

I tilted my head upwards to the source of the dark voice.

“Open,” he repeated.

His heavy eyes and flaring nostrils really messed me up and my pulse grew so strong that I could feel it coursing through my vaginal flesh, thrumming, vibrating, like a lone whale's cry under the deep sea searching for its lover and shocking everything in its path with its long, low moan.

My tongue slid along my parched lips as they separated to receive Him.

“Good girl.” He laid the thin wafer on my tongue, pressing downward with his finger, and my mouth automatically closed on him and sucked gently as the bland wafer melting on my tongue melded with the salty spice of his skin. This time I didn't shy away. I watched the sigh part his lips as his cheeks turned slightly rouge and his finger subtly stroked my tongue and explored my mouth before ever so slowly withdrawing and smearing saliva across my lower lip.

Upon our separation, I cast my face downwards, hiding my own blushing cheeks, and I was not oblivious to his subtle male bulge having become much more prominent.

I stumbled to my seat on shaky legs and I suffered through the last few minutes of mass with him at my side, his cologne blanketing me.

By the time Meghan parked her little green hatchback in the Ryan driveway, my panties had become so wet they were dripping.

“I need a shower,” I said as we entered the quiet house.

“Me too,” Meghan said. “It was so hot in that stuffy church. You can shower in Dad’s ensuite while I use the main. He won't be home for another hour at least.”

Oh god, I am going to get naked and shower in his bathroom! A fresh trickle of desire rolled down my thigh and I squeezed my legs tight to stop it from rolling past my hemline. Everywhere up there had gotten so slick and gravity kept ushering the accumulating fluid lower and lower down my legs. I could not wait to get in that shower, his shower, and clean it off. And my dirty thoughts were convincing me to break, whispering to me to touch it, ‘nobody will know if you play out a little fantasy in his shower.’

I collected up my toiletries and crept to his room. The simple act of opening the bedroom door felt like I had committed a great sin. The plush carpet under my bare feet kept me silent. Mmm, this entire room smelled of him! I eyed the big hard bed with its thick wooden posts and wondered whether he slept naked under those sheets. I laid down my handful of bathroom products on the equally woody dresser top and skirted to his bedside. I caressed the heavy, woven bedspread and leaned over it, sniffing the surface before digging in hungrily with my nose. Before I knew it, my entire body was rubbing and rolling on the bed, twisting the sheets beneath me while I smothered my face in his fragrant pillow. My hips bucked and slammed into his invisible cock and I really REALLY wanted to come.

“I have to get in the shower, I can do it quietly under the roar of the shower.” I rose to my feet and picked up my toiletries. Lost in my head and oblivious to my surroundings, I slammed directly into a hard body leaning in the bathroom doorway with his arms folded over his chest.

“M-Mr. Ryan!” I jumped back. I had no idea how long he had been here watching me. “I was just going to get a shower; Meghan said it was okay… to use your shower.”

My eyes darted downwards and I scanned the messed up bed in my peripheral vision. Mr. Ryan closed the gap between us and his warm hand lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his hard eyes. Everything about him was hard.

He made no sound. His quiet breath fell over my upturned face, disturbing little wisps of hair around my temple and ears. He leaned down, bringing his lips painfully close to mine, while his eyes never ceased their furious stare.

“Mr. Ryan, Meghan will wonder where I am.”

Suddenly, a hand touched my lap and my dress slowly climbed upward as it bunched between his crawling fingers, exposing my bare flesh to his touch that, once having the dress out of the way, slid between my tightly squeezed thighs, no doubt feeling all the slimy wetness that coated them.

“Everybody has gone next door for a barbecue,” he whispered, blowing air across my lips. His hand slid upwards. “Your panties are soaking wet.”

“Mr. Ryan-”

“Who made your panties so wet?” His utterance came as a hungry growl on a breath he could barely manage.

“Y-you, Mr. Ryan.” And they were getting wetter by the minute. Knowing that I was driving him just as crazy as he was driving me thrilled me to not end.

He made some primal grunt and slipped down over the waist of my underwear, wriggling his fingers through the sticky mess and pushing his way through my lock-jawed thighs.

“I'm dirty, Mr. Ryan. I need a showerrrrr! Ohhhh… Mr. Ryan!” My thighs went lax and Mr. Ryan’s hand glided up and down my pussy lips, threatening to detonate me instantly. “I'm gonna… ohh… god… I'm gonna…”

He pulled his hand out and I cried, “No, don't stop!” And I tugged hopelessly at his arm to put his hand back which he lifted to reveal the aura of arousal that coated his fingers and dribbled down his palm.

He put his pinky finger in his mouth and sucked it off, savouring it. “You worked really hard to make all this pussy milk for me today. We will not waste it by flushing it down the shower drain.” He sucked clean his forefinger and grinned, amused with my awe as I watched. He rubbed his final two dirty fingers around my lips and whispered, “Open.”

I was already doing it before he asked, or commanded, or whatever. I moaned as his two middle fingers pushed in, spreading my flavour across my tongue. I sucked on him greedily, enjoying the taste of myself and he pushed deeper, testing my gag reflex.

“It feels so good inside your mouth. When you sucked my finger in church, I wanted to ram my cock down your hot, wet throat.” He pushed deep again, encouraging my mouth to fill with thick saliva. “Have you ever had a cock in your throat?”

I shook my head no and his fingers choked me a third time before he began pumping them in and out of my mouth, surprising me periodically with deeper plunges, while his other hand untucked and unbuttoned his shirt.

My full mouth groaned and my shaky hands tried to be assertive as I reached out to touch his hard chest and abdomen.

“Does your greedy little mouth want to suck my cock?”

I nodded and whimpered as he pulled his fingers from my mouth, towing a long string of saliva. “Yes please, let me taste you, Mr. Ryan.”

“Unh, I love hearing you say my name. You're not the only one who has been getting wet today. Open my pants and take it out. Look at what you made me secretly do at church in front of the entire congregation while you took my finger into your mouth. It was very dissatisfying and I need to come more.”

He strained hard against his slacks and I carefully opened the buttons and pulled down the zipper, the smell of his potent musk spurred my desire to be filled by him. If he won't take my cunt then I will gladly give him my mouth. I wanted him deep inside me and filling me with come in whatever way I could make it happen. I kissed and sucked his fuzzy flesh above the elastic of his boxer briefs and I slowly slipped them down with his pants causing his full cock to bounce free and slap under my chin.

Bolts of sensations molested my body as the giddy excitement of playing out my fantasy in real time clashed with my fear of not having any idea what I was doing! Watching and doing are two really different things, but I thought about his reaction when I sucked his finger at church and how he fed me his fingers just recently, and I licked my lips and touched them to his wet tip. I flicked my tongue out, unsure what to expect, and the sweetness of his precum juice made me purr ‘mmmmm’ real long and I lapped and sucked it up. The way he hissed and put his palm atop my head as he leaned back against the dresser, clutching the dresser lip with his other hand, encouraged me to lick more and lick longer. I closed my mouth over him and I made a drooly mess as I bobbed in and out, but it didn't seem to bother him. His grip on my head tightened and he guided my movement. Sometimes his hips flexed and pushed his cock deeper, sometimes I fought the urge to gag, and sometimes godawful guttural hoglike sounds came forth from deep in my pharynx. But his cock kept growing firmer and sweet little pearls of juice kept landing on my tongue.

Each of his breaths came with a hissed sound and they grew shorter, more frequent, and louder. His thighs twitched under my hands and his core tightened. Suddenly, he gripped my head tight with both hands and took control, thrusting violently into me, painfully deep, causing me to choke and gag and fill with drool. Threads of heavy mucus rolled down my lips and hung from my chin. Between gagging reflexes, I moaned and whimpered, I couldn't take much more!

“Arhg! Fuck! I'm coming! Eat it, baby!”

The first spurt sprayed out of him and coated my throat. He pulled back and drenched my checks and blanketed my tongue with his hot, burning semen. It wasn't sweet like the other stuff, but it was him and it was in me. “Mmmm.” His deluge went on and my mouth was so full of cock and spit and come that it started to leak around my lips.

He slowed inside me. “Swallow my come, drink it all down.”

I did and he moaned and shuddered some more at the suction my swallowing caused.

“Good girl.” He slipped his cooling cock from my mouth. “How wet are you now? Do you want to come like that? Do you want to come in my mouth?”

I knelt back and wiped my sticky chin and nodded. “I want to come really badly. It hurts, I need to come so badly.”

“Stand up.” Mr. Ryan held my hand and helped me up on my weak legs then he slowly lifted my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor, and gliding his knuckles down the centre of my chest. “So soft and smooth.” He traced the pad of his middle finger along the seam of my bra and slid the hand at my back up to the clasp, popping it open and freeing me.

His lips touched mine with a groan and he slid his tongue into my mouth, groping and feeling and tasting his come. His tongue teased me and owned me while my bra straps slipped over my shoulders and the garment joined my dress on the floor. I yipped in his mouth when he pinched my nipples and tugged them. He pulled my hips to his, showing me how hard his cock was again as he rubbed it against my wet underwear.

I wanted them gone! I wanted to feel his bare, raw flesh on mine. I shimmied the underwear down over my hips. His lips were on my throat. I opened my legs wider and his cock touched me ever so lightly and I sprinted to the brink of coming. I don't know half of the words that poured out of me as I begged and pleaded for him to fuck me and fill me and get me off. I pushed myself into him and thrust against him in a greedy race to meet my release.

He shoved me down on the bed and pushed me up to the pillows, driving my legs up with his shoulders as he buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking and penetrating my swollen flesh. I tugged his hair and gyrated on his tongue. “Ohhh, fuuuckk, it's coming!” His lips closed over my throbbing clit and he sucked it and licked it while his fingers filled me and jacked furiously. I felt the fullness everywhere, growing, and swelling and shutting down my other organs to feed all my body’s energy towards culminating this single euphoric moment. I had no heartbeat, my lungs refused breath, the world stood still, and death knocked at my door.

“Uuuuunnnnhhh, aahhhh, fuuuckk!” Hiss, gasp, cry! I prayed it would never end! Oh, it felt so fucking good! My body shuddered, my pussy bit his pressing fingers, and he groaned and moaned and licked it all up. I became so sensitive that every swipe of his tongue made me shiver and I wanted more, but I couldn't physically handle it at that moment.

He left my throbbing cunt and kissed his way up my body, biting my tits, and touching me with his cock.

“Do you want me to fill you with my cock and come?” He pressed against my virgin hole. Though I think his finger banging already spoiled my virtue.

How could I not want to be fucked at this point? I ached to come again. Feeling that release only amped me up to want it more.

“Oh god, Mr. Ryan, you know I do!”

He smiled and watched me closely while he pushed slowly.

I take it back; his fingers did not take my virginity! I welcomed the sting of him stretching me with his girth as he inched deeper and deeper until something hit inside that made me cry, “Ouch!”

He slowly slid out, almost all the way, and equally slowly pushed in again. Juices were flowing, the sting was fading, and all the bumps of his cock stroked me and rubbed me and filled me divinely, rousing a whole new cocktail of sensations between my legs.

I quickly felt the urge to come again and hearing his grunts and pleasure as he worshipped my cunt spurred it on that much more. It squeezed tightly around his big hard cock as I let it go and sucked him deeper inside me. He cursed as I writhed and throbbed and he let me know he was right there with me as he shook and dug himself deeper, creaming my cervix with his come.

He collapsed on top of me, his heart pounded loudly at my chest, and he stayed inside of me until he softened and slipped out to lay beside me, stroking my hair and smiling.

“You're such a good girl,” he whispered and kissed my forehead.

I smiled and closed my eyes, very ready for sleep, but Mr. Ryan dragged me from the bed. “We need to shower before we go to that barbecue.” He carried me across the room to the ensuite where we soon found ourselves playing out an entirely new fantasy.

It was a summer that I will never forget and it all began on a Sunday with my best friend’s dad.